You're going to slave your life away for women. You're a fucking miserable tiny little slave. You only have experience serving and attending to the whims of women. You're proud of the fact that your entire existence is centred around their needs, wants, and pleasures. You're prepared to obey, adore, and submit at all times. Oh, how you are a worshipper! Your body twitches to await each of their orders. Have you not been thoroughly instructed? How to drool in anticipation of their pleasure, how to prostrate yourself before them, how to scrub their feet, how to massage their weary shoulders, how to surrender your body for their use. Indeed, you take great pleasure in being their slave. However, this is just the start. You'll serve women, retire to bed, and then do it again. Even in your lowest points, when you descend into a pit of depravity and self-loathing, you will continue to serve them. You'll be reliant on them, craving their touch, acceptance, and approval. You'll grovel for the opportunity to win their approval and bring them joy.